Lyrics:
when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying
Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
back
Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
Empty gardens, a whole class just here to kiss The Carter's ass
Judy Garland, hit up Holland, milk of almonds in your pitcher?
Pencils sharpened, darling,
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Gorsuch played by all the corporate rules
They saw the "frozen trucker" case
They lost but Gorsuch was a friendly face
They knew right then they'd found
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
This album was written over the course of one week
And mainly created in just four studio sessions between Logic and No. I.D
But perfected over
yeah
The album name, damn it's a POISON
So many people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring your boys in
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
Psychesuicidal sickle cells
Died twice, my life's a living hell
If I could die, I'd prolly kill myself
Me and Jack extracting infidels
Trick or trip,
best wins and makes L Bush FLOTUS
Elmo's mouth's gotta be worked by someone
I'm someone and I'd go back to college
Learn how to work a muppet
Fuck it
crowns the fields with flowers all the year,
Poor senseless Bess, cloth'd in her rags and folly,
Is come to cure her lovesick melancholy.
Bright Cynthia
the fields with flowers all the year,
Poor senseless Bess, cloth'd in her rags and folly,
Is come to cure her lovesick melancholy.
""Bright Cynthia kept her
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
ain’t been out in 4 years, doubt I’d fit up the stairs Dreadlocks grown out of my nose, I’ve grown out my clothes I’m naked, rockin’ a blanket, my cock I
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
for a bargain
Took the brick road
On set, Judy Garland
Got a clip full of redheads
For you varmits
In that big pole
Pull up, they don't make no comments
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
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